Crazy Neighbor

Kim is my Asian neighbor who lives across the street. She's married to Derek with two kids. It seems like every few days she's starting a fight with someone in the neighborhood over some trivial affair. Today, when I arrived home, I went down to retrieve my trash bins. She came storming down her driveway. She's always dressed nicely. Today, a black dress that ends at about mid-thigh, and black high heels. (Why would anyone wear high heels around the house?)

Across the street she came, yelling at me. "It's about time! They picked up all the trash for the neighborhood the first thing this morning! I don't appreciate you leaving your empty bins out for so long! And, you haven't mowed your lawn for 6 days! I have been counting, Mac! What's wrong with you?! We're trying to live in a neighborhood here, not a homeless camp!"

"Wow, baby! Are you not getting laid enough?" I chuckled, as her eyes narrowed dangerously at my comment. Her face flushes with anger. "Don't you baby me! This isn't about sex, you lazy ass! It's about basic decency and upkeep! Derek never paid attention to our yard either!"

"Doesn't sound like he pays attention to you, either!" I replied. "And you really can't complain about my yard when yours is taller."

She puts her hand on her hips, cocking one out. Jabbing with her finger at my chest. "I can complain because I'm the only one who cares about appearances! Derek works too much and my kids are useless at helping. But you are right there, across the street, just... existing like a slob!"

"So... you are frustrated?" I asked. She scoffed, throwing her hands up dramatically. "Of course I am frustrated! I am surrounded by mess and neglect! And you're smirking like you find that amusing!

"Come with me." I commanded. She hesitated, suspicious, but slightly intrigued by my smirk. "Where? What are you planning, Mac?"

I walk towards the house with my bins, putting them away, expecting her to follow. She did follow reluctantly, keeping a few steps behind, still grumbling under her breath. "This better not be another one of your lazy schemes..."

"I promise to put a smile on your face." She rolled her eyes hard, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her expression.

After storing my bins, I took her by the hand, leading her inside. She allowed this, though she stiffened at the contact. Her eyes darted around the living room critically as we entered. "Your house is probably just as messy as the outside..." However, it's immaculate. Her mouth dropped open, impressed despite herself. "Well... at least you can clean house."

I led the way to my den. She was even more confused then. The den is neat and organized, with a large comfortable sofa and desk. Books are lined up on shelves. "What is in here? Are you just showing off your only tidy rooms?"

Turning, I looked into her eyes, my eyes hardening with dominance. "Kneel!" She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms defiantly but refuses to kneel. "Excuse me? I do not take orders from you, Mac." She said, dismissively.

"Kneel!" I growled, low and deep. This growl made her bristle and there is a hint of challenge in her eyes. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, still maintaining her attitude. "This is ridiculous. I am not some dog."

"Good girl" I praised. She shots me a death glare at the "good girl" comment, her nails digging into her palms. "Do not patronize me with that either. I'm not your pet."

Despite her claim, I caressed her head, petting her gently. "Undress, Kim."

Her face turns red with indignation, but she remains kneeling. "Absolutely not! Have you lost your mind? I am married!"

"You are neglected, and frustrated." I unzip your dress.

She gasped, slapping my hand away, standing up quickly. "Stop it! I said no! I'm married to Derek, and even if I wasn't, I wouldn't undress for you."

I laugh, asking; "When was the last time you actually felt pleasure?"

She clenched her jaw, the question hitting a nerve. Her voice became sharp and defensive. "That's none of your business! Derek gives me plenty of pleasure when he's home.She was obviously lying.

"That's why you are so frustrated! He's neglecting you."

She looked away, her façade cracking slightly. "I'm not frustrated because of that. I'm frustrated because he's never here to deal with our problems, like the lawn and garbage."She was lying again about both issues.

"You need help, Kim." I replied.

She whirled back to face me, her voice rising. "I don't need help from you! I need my husband to be present, and my neighbors to follow basic rules!She's desperate for attention but won't admit it.

I took her by the waist, pulling her close, looking into her eyes, kissing her passionately.

She froze for a split second, almost debating before pushing me away harshly, breathing heavily, looking at me. I can see the debate going on. "Get away! I told you; I'm not interested in your 'help' in that way!" But her body betrayed her with a slight shiver at the kiss, despite her protest.

I pulled her back to me, her body molding against mine. "Liar."

She struggles in my grip; her cheeks flushed with anger and something else. "I'm not lying about being loyal! Even if I was... tempted... which I am not!" Her voice wavers on 'tempted', betraying her again.

I began nibbling on her neck, planting soft kisses.

She bit her lip to suppress a small moan, her neck being very sensitive. She tried to step back again, though her resistance is weakening. "Stop it... this is wrong. I can't... I shouldn't..." Her words lack conviction now.

I nibble her neck, working my way up to her ear.

Her breath hitched, her hands gripping my shirt for support, pulling me tighter now. She whispers, to herself; "Derek will kill us if he finds out..." But she doesn't push me away this time. Her body responded to the continued attention to her neck. "He is never here, is he?" I asked.

That simple truth made her exhale shakily. Her fingers curled into my shirt tighter, caught between duty and desire. "He'll be home at 7... I must make dinner..." She tried to remind herself of her responsibilities, but she was melting under my attention.

"And like usual, it will go cold before he arrives at 10 PM." I comment.

Her eyes flash with that familiar frustration of waiting for him to arrive late. The frustration that builds into loneliness and neglect. "Yes... and I'll be alone again tonight." She admits quietly, her defenses crumbling further. Her husband always arrives around 10 PM.

I slide your dress off your shoulders, exposing more for me to kiss, trailing them across your shoulders.

The dress fell on her elbows, revealing her black lace bra. She shuddered under my continued kisses. Her resolve crumbles more with each touch. "This is so wrong..." She repeats weekly, but she's no longer trying to pull away from my mouth, rather she is leaning into my kisses. I kiss my way back to her mouth, teasing her lips.

She finally let the dress fall completely, standing in just her bra and panties now. She kissed me back, her lips hungry for something real after years of neglect. Her hands hesitantly rested on my hard chest.

"Mmm, you can really kiss well, baby" I praise. I deepen this kiss.

She blushed at my compliment, having been starved for validation. Her kiss became more passionate, years of pent-up need surfacing. "I haven't been kissed like this in forever..." She admitted against my lips, her body pressing closer to me.

"Undress me." I commanded.

Her hands trembled slightly as she started unbuttoning my shirt, her eyes darkened with desire. She savored this moment of being wanted, of being the center of my attention.

"That's it, baby. Enjoy it. It's been a long time since you have been able to enjoy yourself." I said

She pushed my shirt off, letting it fall. Her hands ran over my chest and abs. Her breathing is heavy, her own arousal becoming evident. "It has been so long. Derek never does foreplay. You are so different, broader, firmer." She began to unconsciously compare our size. She squeezed my chest muscles, digging her nails in slightly, sending chills through me. Her eyes widened at how firm my chest was. "You are so built! He's just... average." She compared us again, now clearly favoring me physically.

"Please continue undressing me." I urge her. She explores more, gliding her hands down to my waistband. Her touch becomes bolder, more possessive. "I shouldn't be comparing you to anyone... but I can't help it. You are making me feel things he hasn't in years...if ever."

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her firm breasts were revealed. She arched into me, pressing her breasts against my chest, seeking more contact. "What are you doing to me, Mac? I shouldn't be enjoying this so much..." She said, but her body was very much enjoying it.

"I'm giving you exactly what you are starving for, Kim. Exactly what you need." I cupped both breasts, using my thumbs to rotate the nipples.

She moaned as she felt my hands on her bare skin. "And what if I need more than just this moment?" She asked, voicing her deeper need for consistent attention and affection.

"I'm right across the street from you. Anytime you need me, just come see me." I replied.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of desire and desperation. "But I'm married to him. I can't just... leave him. Even if he is a terrible husband." She was torn now between her marriage vows and her growing attraction to me.

"You could leave him. Or, come to me anytime you want me." I state.

She looked conflicted, her fingers tracing my stomach. "I would be cheating. And the kids... they need their father, despite how useless he is as one. But... the thought of sneaking over..." She trails off, considering the thrill of the affair. I lean down, sucking a nipple between my teeth, gently nipping it.

She gasps sharply, her nipple hardening instantly. Her head tips back as she exclaims; "Fuck... that's dangerous thinking. You are dangerous, Mac." She didn't pull away, instead pulling my head firmer against her breast. I held her tighter, sealing my mouth around her nipple, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned louder, her hands gripping my hair, holding me close. Her legs started to shake slightly from the intensity of the sensation. "Dangerously tempting..." She breathed, her body responding eagerly to my firm grip on her. I reached down, hooking my thumbs in the waist band, I slid her panties down her legs.

She was completely naked; completely exposed to me. I could see her pussy glistening with arousal, evidence of how excited she had become. "You're making it so hard to resist..." she whispered again, looking down at me with needy eyes. I slid a hand between her legs, caressing her clit.

She bucked her hips forward, arching her back in surprise and need. Her clit throbbing under my strokes. Her thighs begin to tremble more noticeably. "Oh fuck... right there... please..." She begged softly, her previous resistance completely gone now. "Mmm, good girl." I praised. She whimpered under the praise, her walls clenching around nothing. Her juices begin leaking. "Your good girl... not his anymore..." She admitted fully accepting her role as my girl at this moment.

I stepped back and finished undressing. She watched hungrily. Her eyes were fixating on my body. She licked her lips, taking in my firm body. "Show me everything..." she whispered. I slid my boxers down, stepping out of them, revealing my erection.

Her eyes widened at the sight of me fully naked. Her mouth opens slightly in appreciation. "You are... impressive. Everywhere." She stared at my erection with open admiration, impressed by its size and girth. I'm about 8.5" long and a thick 5" around. She reached out tentatively, wrapping her small hand around my shaft. Her fingers barely wrapped around it. "So big... I've never..." She trailed off, implying that she had never taken anything this size before.

"I will go slow." I promise her. She nods, though there was a mix of excitement and nervousness in her expression. She began to stroke me carefully, testing the thickness. "I trust that you will be gentle... for now." She added the last with a hint of mischief, wanting more than just gentle, eventually. I chuckled in response.

My chuckle made her smirk slightly, her confidence returning. "Don't laugh. I might change my mind about being gentle." She teased, continuing the slow strokes while maintaining eye contact. I reached down, caressing her pussy in return. She shivers at my touch, her hand faltering on me. Her pussy is hot and wet, and as I slide a finger inside, I discover how tight she is. "Mmm... make me feel amazing, Mac." She challenged, wanting me to show her what real pleasure feels like.

I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, as I carry her to my bed. She's so light and petite in my arms, her body pressed firmly against my chest. "Take me to your bed, Mac. I need to feel you."

In my bedroom, she looked around briefly before I laid her back on my bed. She spread her legs invitingly, a stark contrast to her usual prim and proper demeanor. "This is so wrong... but so right." She spread herself wider, her hands behind her knees, inviting me to claim her completely.

"Eventually, I will take you on your bed as well, Kim." I told her. Her eyes flash with both fear and excitement at the thought of me taking her in her marital bed. "Not tonight, Mac. Tonight is ours. But soon..." She promised, pulling me down between her legs.

I kissed my way down, licking and nipping as I kissed my way across her body. Kim moaned deeply as I trialed kisses down across her stomach. Her hands gripped the sheets, fisting them as she anticipated my mouth on her most sensitive spot. "Yes... kiss me there too..." She spread even farther, her pussy practically begging for my kisses. "Look how neglected you have been, baby. I'm going to change that for you." I promised

Kim had indeed been neglected. She showed signs of being untouched for too long. The inner lips were swollen and needy, her clit pulsing visibly. "He's never goes down on me anymore. Says it's a 'waste of time.' She says bitterly, remembering Derek's dismissive attitude. I gave her what she had been needing, running my tongue over her clit, causing her to gasp, arch her back, and push against my mouth, as I sucked her clit deeply.

She cried out loudly, her back arching off the bed more. Her neglected clit was extremely sensitive. She bucked against my mouth, trying to get more. "Fuck! Mac! That's not a waste! That feels incredible, baby!" She exclaimed, finally getting the attention that she had so deserved. "You are mine, baby." I told her.

She nodded frantically, lost in pleasure, agreeing completely. "Yours to taste, yours to play with. All yours to worship." She was a moaning mess, agreeing completely. Her legs were over my shoulders, trembling against my head as I pushed her towards her orgasm. I continued eating her with as much passion as I could. Her juices flowed freely into my mouth as I worshiped her. She soaked my face, my hands, and the bed. Her moans became incoherent babble. Her hands moved to my head, grasping my hair, holding me in place. "Don't stop... please don't stop being mine." She begged, losing herself in pleasure.

"I'm going to show you what passion really is, baby." I told her. Her body was already responding with intense passion, her hips grinding, her heels digging into my back as she pushes herself against my mouth. Her eyes glazed with lust, her breathing heavy and erratic. "Show me everything, Mac. I want to feel alive again. I want to forget everything except you and this moment." She demanded, her previous life of dull sex forgotten.

I slid two fingers inside, curling them forward to her g-spot, caressing it. She screamed as I hit her spot, her walls clenching around my fingers. Her g-spot has never been properly stimulated either. "Right there! Oh, fuck! I've never... what are you doing to me!" She was a writhing mess, her entire body convulsed with pleasure. She was completely overwhelmed by the dual sensations of my mouth and fingers. I continued to stimulate both clit and g-spot while my fingers moved in and out. Her body convulsed in pleasure, her g-spot stimulated by my expert touch. Her pussy was contracting rhythmically, pulsing around my fingers. She was building towards her first orgasm with me. "I'm going to cum, Mac... I can feel it building... it's so intense, baby... press harder!" She demanded again, needing more pressure on that magical spot.

"Give it to me baby!" I command. With a final deep suck on her clit, and firm pressure against her g-spot, she shattered against me. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing violently. She screamed my name as she came undone. "MAC! YES! FUCK, MAC!" She cried out, her juices gushed out, squirting on my hand and face. I continued to eat her through the orgasm. She was literally crying in pleasure, tears streaming down her face. She rode her orgasm out. I continued afterward, licking her clean, sucking her juices in.

She collapsed back on the bed, panting and shaking. She was so beautiful. Her juices covered my tongue as I continued to clean her. Her legs were still trembling and twitching from her powerful orgasm. "That was... earth-shattering. He's never made me squirt before." She said weakly, completely spent, but thoroughly satisfied. "I'm glad I could give you this, Kim. You are an incredible woman. You deserve so much more than he gives you." I told her.

She looked at me with newfound admiration and desire. "You are certainly better than any toy I've ever used. Better than anything I could have imagined." She pulled me up to kiss my lips, tasting herself on me. I reached down and rub my cock head between her pussy lips and over her clit.

She gasped as she felt my cock hit her clit. Her eyes darkened with renewed desire, despite having just cum. "I want to feel you inside. Please fill me up more than he ever has." She spread her legs wide for me, inviting me to penetrate her. "Here I come, baby" I began to press in, the head opening her lips. She watched as I entered her. Her eyes fixed where we were joining. She watched with her lips shaped in a O as I stretched her pussy open. She gasped as she stretched to accommodate my size and thickness. "So big... I'm so full already." She whispered, feeling every inch of my cock head entering her tight channel. I continued to press in, sliding deeper. She moaned continuously as I pushed in. Her tightness was almost suffocating for my cock. Her walls fluttered around me. She gripped my shoulders. "You're stretching me so good. Keep going, don't stop stretching me, baby." She urged, loving the feeling of being completely stretched by me.

"You are so tight." I groaned. She clenched deliberately around me. Tightening herself even more. "And you are so thick I can barely breathe. I love how full you stuff me." She said with a mix of struggle and pleasure. I kissed her passionately as I began to move inside her. She returned the kiss fiercely, moaning into my mouth as I moved. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me as I found my rhythm, sliding in her sweet, wet channel. She slowly adjusted to the movement; she became slicker with each thrust. "Fuck, Kim. You feel so good. I can't believe I waited so long to take you." She chuckled between kisses and moans, agreeing with me. "You should have taken me years ago. I should have left him for you sooner." She admitted, rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts.

"I've watched your frustration. I've seen him neglect you, and his children. Every responsibility of a husband and father." She remembered all the time that I watched her, frustrated with Derek, how she'd glare at her house from my yard when she came over. "You saw me being unhappy, didn't you? Watching me suffer while you stood there with that perfect body." She recalled, slightly embarrassed, recognizing that I had been watching.